No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.
I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.
With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.
Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses!
The sun's sweet ray is hovering discovered.
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.